Date: Wed, 26 Feb 2003 18:16:42 -0800 (PST)
From: Niftyguy
Subject: cabin weekend, chapter 6
Cabin Weekend, Chapter Six
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The orgy we had just experienced took enough out of all of us that the rest
of the evening was pretty quiet. The six of us shared a simple dinner that
Ben and Carl had prepared earlier that day, while Greg and I were on the
trail. Uncle Jim shared stories about some of his own wilder exploits, and
Ryan just took it all in. As the evening wore on, it became clear that he
was exceptionally taken with my uncle, and I began to think that the
attraction might be mutual. I knew that they would make a very handsome,
sexy couple.
After dinner, we all strolled down to the hot spring for a nighttime soak.
The sky was clear as a bell, and the mountain air was cool and bracing.
Slipping into the steaming water, I felt both relaxed and very sensual. I
think that all of us were a little sore in spots from our sexual athletics,
and the bubbling pool was restorative. We fooled around a little, but
mostly we just enjoyed being together. It was all pretty innocent: above
the water we were making out a little, and below the water our hands were
roaming around a little. As the night wore on, the pairings kept changing.
I guess that each of us just wanted to get a taste of each of the other
guys, and we were in a mental and physical space where we had the freedom
to do just that.
The combination of the hot water, the mountain air, and all of the exercise
(including the hike...) left me limp as a rag doll and ready for bed.
When I announced that I was going up to the cabin, Ben decided to join me,
since his yawns were also getting uncontrollable. Back in the loft, we
curled up next to each other under a heavy comforter, our naked bodies
touching, and soon were fast asleep.
I woke up fairly early the next morning, thanks to the sun that was
streaming through the window. Reaching behind me, I felt Ben's warmth, and
my hand traveled down to his thick morning erection, which was probably
more reliable than any rooster. (I wonder if that's why we call a penis a
cock? Just a thought.) A few feet away, Greg and Carl were similarly
entwined, snoozing away. My uncle and Ryan, on the other hand, were
already awake, and Ryan was slowly and deliberately sucking Uncle Jim's
cock. There wasn't any sense of urgency in what he was doing; it looked
like he was just relaxing and enjoying himself. Of course, my uncle was
also clearly enjoying himself.
As Ryan licked and sucked at the thick, fleshy stalk, my uncle whispered
something to him, and Ryan responded by scooting around so that he was
straddling my uncle's chest. This maneuver gave Jim access to Ryan's
muscular butt, which flexed a bit as he ground his penis into my uncle's
body. Uncle Jim began to lightly drag a finger through the dark crack.
Even though I couldn't see it directly from my position, I knew from
yesterday that my uncle was looking at a beautiful asshole, which he soon
began to tongue. I felt like I was watching a very private moment. The
two of them seemed to be totally focused on exploring each other's bodies,
oblivious to the rest of us.
I soon realized that yesterday's fucking had left Ryan wanting more. As my
uncle continued to rim this tight butt, our naked ranger lubed up the
rockhard shaft he had been sucking. Ryan then rotated his body, straddling
Jim's pelvis, and reached back to position the equipment where he wanted
it. Slowly, gently, my uncle poked through the glistening hole. The look
on Ryan's face was one of complete concentration as his eyelids fluttered
and his full lips parted, exhaling air. As he rode down several inches of
the thick shaft, he ran his hands over his body, twisting his own nipples,
raking his fingers through the thatch of hair between his pecs, and jacking
his leaking cock. My uncle just leaned back with his hands behind his
head, taking in Ryan's completely uninhibited self-exploration.
As Jim's shaft penetrated deeper and deeper into Ryan's hole, it began to
encounter a little more resistance. Ryan squirmed around, trying to
accommodate his anal canal to my uncle's girth. Pausing the invasion,
Uncle Jim pulled Ryan down on top of him and began to hungrily explore his
mouth, probing with his tongue, while simultaneously making tiny in-and-out
thrusts. This action was sufficient to stretch Ryan's sphincter, and
eventually he had taken virtually the entire shaft up his butt. Only the
very bottom of Jim's shaft continued to protrude from the fleshy ring.
Judging from his groans, it seemed that our ranger was having difficulty
coping with the sheer size of the invader that had taken up residence in
his ass. My uncle's hands stroked up and down Ryan's smooth, muscular
back, as though he was trying to calm down his less experienced, much
younger, sex partner. That seemed to settle Ryan down, and he began to
move up and down very deliberately, gingerly exploring the feelings that he
could generate with my uncle's help.
As Ryan rode my uncle's cock, I became aware that my boyfriend Ben had
parked his own dick between my buttcheeks. As he rubbed its hard length in
my crack, I leaned back and gave him a good morning kiss. He reached
around my body and began to pull on my cock, leading me to ask in a whisper
whether he wanted some of what Ryan was getting. He just grinned and told
me that he would show me what he wanted. He continued to rub his cock
against my hole, and I realized that the tables were about to be turned.
We kicked off the covers, and I handed him back one of the bottles of lube
that we had used last night. After thoroughly coating his cock and my ass,
he once again placed himself at my back door and began to poke and prod.
Now, I am not often in the mood to get fucked, but this was a very sweet,
very sexy good morning wake up fuck. All of the sex that we had had so far
that weekend was very lusty and urgent; this was more ... familiar and
romantic. It was definitely hot and sexual, but it was a little less
desperate. When Ben was all the way inside me I leaned back and kissed
him, rubbing his stubble against mine, and I reached over to rumple his
tousled hair. He reached his arm around my chest, toying with the blond
hair that covered it, and pulled me against his own smooth torso while we
rocked back and forth against each other.
By this point Jim and Ryan had become aware that Ben and I had not only
woken up, but were also experiencing a little "hello sunshine" fun. Ryan
was pretty distracted by my uncle's sizable charms, so he didn't react
much, but Jim smiled and winked at us. It was very sexy to watch their
coupling, and Ben helped me out by reaching around to play with my dick
while he slid in and out of my ass. As we fucked, visions of everything
that had happened over the course of the weekend kept flashing in front of
my mind's eye, bringing me right to the edge of orgasm. The experiences of
fucking Carl and Ryan and fooling around with Greg and my uncle were
fantastic, and they have been fodder for many afternoon daydreams at work
(and subsequent trips to the john). But the feel of Ben's body against my
skin was pretty amazing, too.
Eventually all four of us were on the brink of cumming. I guess that we
were all on the same erotic wavelength, watching each other pleasure
ourselves and our partners. Ryan effectively initiated our orgasms,
announcing that he was getting ready to shoot as his balls tightened up
into a compact little package nestled in his groin. My guess is that he
had the least control of any of us, since his experience of getting fucked
by my uncle was the most novel. As he sprayed his load all over my uncle,
the rest of us fell like dominoes, experiencing the rush of that "little
death" that lets you know you are alive. It was going to be a great
morning.
After our orgasms had passed, Ben and I pulled the covers back over us and
cuddled. Ryan stretched out on my uncle, who was still buried inside him,
and luxuriated in the contact between their athletic bodies. Greg and Carl
were still asleep. And I began to plan our reunion trip for the next
summer.
THE END